Xynthia's arena (Another Fantasy SRPF)

[Kepic]

OOC:

The new D&D 3rd Edition? What was your parents/your opinion of it, LadyChance? I can't wait to get hold of a copy of the new players handbook...
The next big thing to wait for at the moment I think for me is Elite 4... they're doing a multi-player version... at least thats the rumour I heard, and now their website seems to confirm it... 2002... tooooo long....

 

[Drake]

Allandria

From her place amongst the Gladiators in the stalls, Allandria watched the scene unfolding below her with obvious interest. She cared little for magic, save for the few simple elemental and combat magics that she knew, and the various fey and other magical beings in the arena disgusted her. Non-humans were creatures to be feared and detested, and although Allandria respected the natural skill that most of the Elves seemed to have with the bow, she still distrusted them as much as any forest monster. More, in fact, because forest monsters tended to be animalistic, primitive, and thus, predictable.

Sated after her time with the slave-girl, Allandria's hazel eyes sparkled with pleasure and alertness. She watched Xynthia carefully, knowing that the Elven-Mistress was enjoying herself. Although strongly physically attracted to her captor, Allandria also loathed her. She was of elven blood, thoroughly evil, and flouted her immense power casually, using everyone around her as playthings. Allandria's upbringing had moulded her to detest all of these characteristics, and of all people in the Arena, she had to admit that she identified more with the Paladin, Jake, than anyone else. He, at least, had some conception of honour, although, true to type, he took it too far, and denied himself enjoyment in doing so. Allandria shook her head. Well, he would pay for that mistake now. Her bow sat beside her on the seat, her sword hung from her hip, and she held her spear lightly in one hand. The urge to try and free Jake and kill Xynthia was powerful. Allandria would dearly like to see the expression of pain and surprise as she plunged her spear into the Elven-Mistress' flesh. But wishing for such things was useless, at least now. Allandria was confident in her own abilities, but smart enough to recognise that there was no way she could best Xynthia alone.

That set her to wondering about the Duel Master, Zardon. Who was he? What was he? How powerful was he? And, most importantly of all, could he be turned? Allandria turned her sharp gaze to the black figure and wondered...

OOC: Just making sure that you all know I'm still alive, and enjoying watching this...

 

[LadyChance]

OOC:: Sorry Lightman

I wasn't meaning to upset the thread, and I am truely sorry. Please forgive me, I'll suck whip cream off anywhere you would like. *Winks*



[Edited by LadyChance on 08-26-2000 at 09:53 AM]

 

[Kepic]

I didn't intend to interrupt the thread either, Lightman - as such I'm deleting my previous posts to shorten this up a bit...
OK, can't seem to, oh well... sorry!

[Edited by Kepic on 08-26-2000 at 09:49 AM]

 

[Lightman]

ooc: glad to see you're still there Drake, but let me just tell you one thing...I hold the ultimative power here, and I don't think I'm gonna let Xynthia fall...not before I want to end this thread and heavens send that's a long way off
Oh, and folks, I didn't want to critisize you, any comments are welcome. Although I might think about that proposition, Chance

ic:
Xynthia nodded to Jasper, then gave a wave to the Gladiator with the whip, who bowed and stepped behind the restrained paladin.
Jake heard the swish through the air, and yelled as the whip struck his back. It felt slightly strange, not really as a whiplash would feel--he knew that it would leave no trace for one thing--probably the work of Xynthia's spell.
It was painful, but somehow carried a drift of pleasure. Again the whip struck, and again, and again.
The other Gladiator took two clamps from some strange metal out of the chest and fastened them to Jake's nipples. They did not hurt half as much as he thought they would, but then the Gladiator touched them and for a short moment a burning pain seared through his body, making him scream. Yet there was that strange hint of pleasure again. The woman suddenly leaned forward and kissed him deeply, starting to fondle his cock with one hand. It was already half-hard as he noticed with some surprise.
The Gladiator's other hand started to roam about his chest, occasinally touching one of the clamps as if by accident, sending that pain through his chest again. The whipstrokes continued, getting lower with every stroke.
Talsa watched all this, breathing heavily, stil on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly, she felt how the barriers that held back her pleasure slowly began to melt. Xynthia was finally granting her release...

 

[LadyChance]

Good! *WG*

I did go through and cut out most of my chatter for you. Lightman, I look forward to it.

 

[Drake]

OOC:
I know that, Lightman...it's just that I didn't think it would really be part of Allandria's character to suddenly submit totally to her situation and predicament because she had fun with a slave girl. Like I said, she has an incredibly strong will and independent spirit, coupled with a bad temper and a hatred of captivity. So the above post is really just her being her...

LadyChance, I can lick whipped cream off you, if you like, after you've finished

IC:

Allandria transferred her gaze to Talsa, her erstwhile opponent, as the torture of the paladin started. The woman stood, panting, her hand seeming to scrabble at blank space. The Ranger had followed the exchange between Talsa and Xynthia with interest, and she noticed now in herself the strange fluttering in her belly that immediately preceeded the wetness and dull pleasure between her legs. Without thinking, her right hand drifted underneath her tunic, and gently began to rub her clit through her black bodysuit...
She could almost sense Talsa's burning desire and desperate frustration, as she stood helplessly on the edge of orgasm. Allandria felt her own breath slowing as she watched, breathlessly, the torture of Jake and excitement of Talsa...

[Edited by Drake on 08-26-2000 at 10:10 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Talsa:

Talsa felt the barrier subside, and she touched a finger to her inflamed clit. As she did so, a wave of pleasure whipped through her. The spell that heightened pleasure still remained, obviously. Talsa found herself wondering if Jake was still similarly affected - then, as she saw his cock rising once more, knew he was.
Talsa walked over, squatting down on the ground a little way from the unfolding scene, not wanting to block Xynthia's view, but not wanting to be out of it either. She wanted her host to see her masturbating, to watch her fingers slide in and out of her cunt...
Talsa rolled over onto her knees, resting her head on the sandy floor, her right hand cupping her left breast, flicking at her oh so now sensitive nipple, hand her face turned towards Jake and the two set to 'punish' him, her ass pointed squarely at Xynthia's podium... if Xynthia wanted a show, she intended to make it a most entertaining one. After a few moments of tweaking her nipple to full hardness, Talsa slipped her other hand between her hips, and began to rub her swollen lips gently, taking her time, savouring the pleasure that coursed all through her body...

 

[LadyChance]

OOC::OK Lightman

I have decided no matter what the fight is next time I want to lose lol then drake can lick me all he wants and I can lick it off you.

 

[Kepic]

Hey don't forget me LadyChance...

 

[Lightman]

ooc: lol Chance, no problem, just put up a lousy fight next time
ic:
Xynthia slipped her hand inside her leather shorts. This was definitely the best show she'd had seom time. Not only the punishment, also Talsa's orgasm. As the half-demoness' moans began to subside, Xynthia stood up. The Gladiators immeditely stopped their punishment, and removed the nipple clamps.
"Release him," said Xynthia. "Jasper, he is yours for half an hour. After that, bring him to the slave cells, where he shall be collared. The fights are over for tonight."

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Jasper

Looks first to the Mistress of the arena and then to Jake. Walking towards Jake I take him by the hand and walk towards the far wall. Sitting down on the bench there I make myself comfortable. Looking over Jake and wondering what to do next, finally I say, so I wished for you to be my slave and from the looks of your manhood you need some tending to, but first you will take care of me...Kneel for me, watching him kneel in front of me makes me squirm with pleasure at the thoughts that are running through my mind. Sliding one hand down between my legs, opening my legs far enough, allowing myself access and so Jake will get to see what I am doing. Sliding first one long slender finger in to my wet lovebox and then two, letting my legs open wider as I see the look of wonder cross Jake's wonderfully handsome face. Leaning my head back I begin to slide my fingers in and out of my love box in perfect rythum, then using my thumb I begin teasing my lovebutton, making the hood slide back allowing Jake to see the first drop of dew begin to form, at the same time beginning to gently pinch and tug at my nipples. Seeing Jake's manhood grow ever harder I ask Jake in a slightly husky voice, 'to tell me what he would like to do to me'?

 

[mfucker]

Jake:

My mind was in a whirl - I could barely hear or see anything. But my physical self was working fine, somehow it has managed to follow whatever instructions that were given to me.

My first opponent stands before me - she pushes me down to my knees, as she puts her hands between her groin. Her fingers start to disappear slowly between her legs; something stirred between my own groin, but I was bewildered at her actions.

She seemed to be imitating the female adversary I was fighting earlier on, and as I look further up, I noticed for the first time her state of undress. I would have turned away in shame normally, but my body wasn't listening to me, as I continued to stare at her bare chest; her full firm breasts stimulating an even stronger feeling between my legs.

She brings her hands to her breasts, fondling and pinching them.

I heard her distant voice asking me what I wanted to do. I was still dazed, but my body told me to...I couldn't conjure a word for it.

"I want to..." I was loss for words.

My body took over then, as I reached for her waist, and push her down on her back. I moved in between her legs, as she wraps them around my back. I looked up at her face and she seemed to be in approval of this. I thrust forward, for the first time, feeling the familar warmth around my cock once more.

 

[Kepic]

Talsa:

Talsa gathered her belongings, now returned to her with her renewed gladiator service, and followed the duel master to her assigned room.
It was a bit spartan, but better than the cells she had seen in her short time here. And the door wasn't locked either, though she knew instinctively the gladiator block was still sealed up to stop them from trying to escape.
Escape... Talsa pondered the question. Did she even want to try? After all, this place seemed to be... quite interesting. She felt she could fit in.
Talsa undressed and began washing herself down with the bucket of cold water and large sponge that had been provided. Ah, she thought, thats invigorating, and her mind began recalling the events that had transpired since her arrival...

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Jasper

I was already feeling the effects of watching the previous fight in the arena, so it didn't take long after Jake had started to take me with a brutal force for me to be given my release. Soon afterwards Jake grunted his release then slide off me, for some reason I was still left slightly wanting, not feeling very satisfied. Realizing the time and not wanting to make the Mistress upset, I lead Jake to the cells to be callored with the rest of the slaves. Watching the confused look on his face, wondering if he would even remember tomarrow when it all started again.

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

As Talsa dried herself off, she suddenly sensed that she was not alone. Covering herself with the towel, she spun around--and beheld Xynthia.
She was not wearing her black leather outfit, but what looked like a white silken nightgown. The silk, however, was so thin that Talsa could well see the fae wore nothing beneath.
A belt of white cloth was wrapped around Xynthia's waist, from which hung a black rod tipped with crystal. Talsa had heard about this. It was Elayn, Xynthia's magic wand. It did not only increase her owner's magic abilities, it could also be used to call forth pleasure or pain in any sapient being.
A smile lay on the Elven-Mistress' face, and her eyes glittered with amusement.
"No need to cover yourself, girl, you have nothing to hide that I haven't already seen."
"What do you want?!"
"As you have noticed, my Gladiators fight in the arena just as they entered it. Thatis because most of them have appropriat clothes and armor already. Yours however, seem to have been nearer to fire than was good for them, and judging from the way you ripped them off tonight, I do not think they are worth much. So, I thought I might offer you something from my wardrobe..."
Xynthia did not bother to hide that she was planning something...but what?

 

[Kepic]

Talsa

"In return for what?" Talsa said, licking her lips slowly, looking Xynthia in the eyes.

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

"You will see," said Xynthia and slowly pulls away the towel. "But I do not think you will dislike it..."

 

[Kepic]

Talsa

Talsa stepped forward towards Xynthia, expectantly.
"You know of my nature now, I'm sure" Talsa purred, "And from what I've seen of you, and heard the other gladiators and slaves here say of you, I know I'll like it... I'm yours, Xynthia. I can honestly say that as slave or gladiator, I don't ever think I'll want to leave..."

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

This time Xynthia's smile was almost warm.
"Then come with me to my room, Talsa. To choose your dress and...for other reasons..."
The Elven-Mistress led Talsa to a giant and richly suite, filled with elegant furniture, including a bed large enough for five.
Xynthia led the half-demoness behind a screen, where hind multitudes of clothes.
"Choose your dress, Talsa."
The clothes all had one thing in common: they had not been made for covering, rather for exposing. Some of them were downright slutty.
Silk and black leather seemed to be the dominant elements...

 

[Kepic]

Talsa

Talsa glanced through the presented wardrobe, marvelling at the beauty of the clothes. She couldn't see a stich on them.
"Blacks my favourite colour" she murmured, and smiled, taking out a garment that seemed to be made of black silk, but shimmered in the subdued light of Xynthia's elegant room far more so than such a material should. She sensed some magic in it, but though she could not say for sure what kind, she knew she had to have it.
Talsa started pulling it on, a tight body suit which did little to conceal Talsa's figure, or the fact her nipples felt hard as rocks, feeling Xynthia's eyes studying her at this close range.
The garment then seemed to take on a life of its own, moulding itself even closer to her body, pinching at her nipples as it did so. Talsa whimpered at the feeling a little, but it felt good. She looked down, and saw the material was thinning out in the more revealing of places, and about her waist, and on her wrists and ankles, the strange material had formed black loops that looked almost metallic.
She turned to see Xynthia nodding her approval, another wicked-looking smile on her captors face.
"What is thi- ahhhh" Talsa began to ask, then suddenly gasped out, as she felt something pressing into her cunt, as well as her tighter asshole. She looked down again, to see that the strange garment had pulled her pussy lips apart, and was almost flowing inside her. The material had thinned out at her loins, and over her buttocks and her breasts to a degree that it was all but invisible, but she felt it still tight against her skill, slightly warm against her skin.
Her nipples felt as though they were being pinched and pulled, and her now once more swollen lovelips were stretched wide open, and it felt as if she had invisible cocks firmly entrenched in both her holes, as the material undulated inside of her, causing her juices to flow again.
Her legs buckled, and Talsa dropped to her knees, her arms falling limp at her sides.
"A good fit, isn't it?" Xynthia purred, kneeling down to look Talsa in the eyes.
Just as talsa was about to bite down on her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming out from the intense pleasure, she felt the material flow up her neck, and form a ball-shaped stopper in her mouth.
Talsa found she could still breath freely, but she could no longer speak, just only whimper out what otherwise would be loud moans, and it tasted more than faintly of lovejuices, male and female combined. She found herself taking a few sucks on the ball that now gagged her, and the taste increased. Talsa loved the taste of cum.
Slowly, Talsa nodded to Xynthia.

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

Smiling, Xnthia took out her wand Elayn. After watching Talsa whimper for a while, she trailed its crystal tip along the the half-demoness' breasts.
Warmth surged through Talsa's chest, a feeling of intense pleasure.
Xynthia trailed the wand along the body, and Talsa whimpered as she felt the crystal tip wander around her thighs, her back, her chest again, leaving a trail of pleasure. And all the while that silk flowing inside her, Talsa felt how she finally reached her climax.
Still smiling, Xynthia waved her wand--the gag dropped out of Talsa's mouth, and the silk inside her retreated. The dress still clung to her every curve though.
"Now girl, this is certainly a fine dress. Whoever wears it will find that it adapts to her, and from a belt and wristsband, as you have seen. Oh, and if you want to use its...other ability, just cross your wrists behind you. Then again in front of you to stop it.
"But come now, Talsa, this no dress for fighting. You will need something else in the arena. Choose. And don't worry. No more surprises..."
Xynthia was almost grinning as she helped Talsa take off her dress. Immediately the dess became nraml again, the thinned out sections becoming dark again, the loops around the wrists and the waist vanished.

 

[Kepic]

Talsa

OOC: Lightman - actually, I was planning on using the 'dress' in the arena, thought of a wicked idea for it - so, I think I'll 'surprise' Xynthia with a display of its abilities here - saying it's somehow gained from her daemonic heritage (perhaps it's origin is daemonic itself?) -

"Actually, I don't think that'll be necessary" Talsa replied, "this... garment, and I, seem to be... bonded, somehow..."
Talsa put her hands behind her back, touching her wrists together, then let her hands rest upon her hips.
As she did so, the garment began to change again. The surface of the material began to writhe, and soon, where before it had appeared that Talsa had been covered in black lamp oil from the neck down, instead a thick carapace-like armour had formed, almost two inches thick in some places. Even a helmet encased her Talsa's head, though her fiery-red hair still cascaded freely down her back and about her shoulders.
Each of the raised 'plates' of the armour lay about an inch from any of its neighbours, and between them, the strange material had thinned to almost nothing. Despite this, Talsa had no question that her seemingly bared and unprotected skin was as equally protected as the rest. The formed armour also felt supple, and very light.
"Armour, for the - your - arena" Talsa said, her voice still clear despite the helmet.
She shook her right arm, and from her hand, a long tendril seemed to lash out, a whip-like appendage that hung from her fist. Moments later, the tendril had reformed into a long blade, whose edge seemed to be thinned to an almost indetectable degree.
"And weapons for your arena" Talsa said.
Xynthia did not step back, but she did put a hand on her wand once more, her eyes narrowing and a frown crossing her face. Talsa nodded, realising the change might appear threatening, though she doubted sincerely that she was truly a threat to the ages-old beauty who stood before her.
The blade that had sprung from Talsa's right fist quickly withdrew into the carapace, which too sank back down till the garment lay across Talsa's body again like a thin film of oil.
Talsa then held out her left hand, palm upwards. A tendril snaked upwards from it, till it stood wavering in the air about 10 inches long. Then, it began to thicken, and take shape, until it looked as though Talsa had a thick jet-black cock protuding from her palm. It even seemed to have veins, and looked as though it was throbbing slightly.
"And, other tools, for... other circumstances" she said, smiling, "I believe... I can feel what this, too... if I so choose... and even taste what it touches... and it seems to make me feel more... invigorated, too".
She then lent forward, bringing her left palm up level with her chin, and ran her tongue up along the false cock she now 'held' in her left hand.
"Mmm... so that's what it feels like for a man to have his manhood licked... no wonder men like it... I don't know where you got this from, but it certainly seems to... have potential" Talsa said, then added "Now, what did you want of me in return, my mistress?", the question almost ended in a purr.
"I think, now, I'm even more ably equipped for your entertainment... on and off your arena floor".
With that, Talsa gave her captor another brazen smile. Would Xynthia stand for her, almost impudent, behaviour? If so, for how long would she find it, or her, amusing?
As long as she did, however, Talsa intended to give of herself freely.

 

[Lightman]

Xynthia

There was a dangerous glint in Xynthia's eyes, but at the same time she seemed to be suurounded by an air of satisfaction.
"I aquired this on the arcane planes. It was clear to me that it had some daemonic origins, but I would not have thought you would be able to use it in such an extent. Very well, then. I think I will let have you fight tomorrow. I think I will let you fight regularly. You have it in you to quickly reach a high rank. But even if you lose, remember, one victory and you're back from slave to whre you were before. And now, I think, it is time for you to settle your debt."
With that she led Talsa to her giant bed. One quick movement, and Xynthia's gown fell on the floor, baring her completely. She still held her wand in her right hand, though.
"Bring me pleasure, girl. Show me what you can do with that dress."

 

[Talon]

Question

Hmmm...would I still be able to make a character to play in this game?